Danielle still felt every hit echoing in her bones. Muscles screamed with each step, and her braid was coming undone, clinging to the sweat on her neck. Seth walked beside her, hands in his pockets, but his eyes kept drifting toward her with that concerned look she was starting to recognize too easily.
“You’re limping,” he said quietly.
“I’m sore,” she shot back. “There’s a difference.”
“You could’ve said something."
"Like what? 'I'm a wuss and need a break'?" She said sarcastically, her voice dripping with distain. "No, we don't have time for that. We don't know how long we have until we need to mobilize or if other Hunters are going to come after me. We don't have time for breaks."
Seth glanced at her but chose to remain silent. Good.
They finally reached the house and stepped into
